Documenting Eruditions
Posted in Being the Master, Going Inwards, Poems on May 23rd, 2011
To say I love you more than him, or her, or them, is a lie. But to express variance of intensity occurring, is truer. The intensity, what they have referred to as ‘love’ is not love; but a reverberation of mind qualities, magnified, amplified; perceived as ‘falling or fallen in love’. There are many possibilities […]
Posted in Being the Master, Poems on May 21st, 2011
Laughters! Hilarious at realisation! The mirror – seemingly the opposite actually the same! Laughters, again! Hands wave up high in the air, then slap on flabby thighs; repeatedly, the stomach scrunch, taking turns with the arched back, tears streaming down the cheeks, the echo of “hahahahahahahahahaha…” Uproarious! How it was not seen, then grasped! Finally! […]
Posted in Going Inwards, Poems on May 20th, 2011
Your ego has to terrify you all the time, so that you can investigate and come home to yourself in the body. This is what we’re all here to live. When we aren’t attached to our thinking, when all the why’s, when’s, and where’s let go of us, then what really is becomes visible. ~ […]
Posted in Being the Master, Poems on May 19th, 2011
It holds a secret dear yet the secret is not really a secret; an open secret it really is yet not known to those who not know. It speaks outright in openness not hinting, not hiding, not instigating; yet projections ridicule it as riddles oblivious to what it speaks. So it holds the secret dear […]
Posted in Being the Master, Going Inwards, Poems on May 18th, 2011
I am ego I am also, God; I am ignorance I am also, Wisdom; I am the false I am also, the Truth. Where I would meet you is where you would meet you; Haven’t you noticed, the “I” comes into play when there is a “you”* playing out; no choice in that. All is […]
Posted in Being the Master, Going Inwards, Poems on Apr 30th, 2011
It will be soon You’d recognise me And You will realise You can no longer define me although my experiences my patterns what You may still perceive may be familiar Yet You’d know You’d recognise me somehow though still indefinable Because the Precious is revealed Finally Your eyes open to see who is in front […]
Posted in Attitudes, Going Inwards, Ideas on Apr 24th, 2011
The other day as I was sharing some stories that I was experiencing in my space with a friend, she asked me why the need to create experiences such as the ones I shared with her for myself as in, what’s in it for me. I pondered a moment upon her questioning and it dawned […]
Posted in Going Inwards, Poems on Apr 19th, 2011
the illusion of love and all its other concepts fed by stories told heard and seen a seeming fairytale born how matter is spared sweet incidents planned or impromptu each moving to the sound of heartbeat go forth or stay still perhaps to step back – safer each consequence telling a story the vision of […]
Posted in Being the Master on Apr 17th, 2011
I love the story about how I was listening to this friend telling me about how she is gifted that whenever she walks into a room, she could download a series of information of all the people in the room. And I love the story on how I was the one and first person in […]
Posted in Attitudes, Being the Master, Going Inwards on Apr 8th, 2011
The mind is pretty immature in itself, always wanting to lure its head towards anything to fulfil itself, forgetting that what it has right here, right now is perfect. It is always contacting something outside of itself through a thought, when believed to be real and thus as if permission is granted, goes forth scheming, […]